We should have grown old together
That’s how it should have been
Growing wrinkled and gray side by side
In love and holding hands
But you were taken from me
Just left me all alone
I guess I’ll have to go on, and grow old on my own.
But how will you see me
When we finally meet again?
Will you see me old and gray
Or will you see me young again?
Will you see the me you first met
Or the me you left behind?
It won’t matter what you see
As long as you’re still mine.
For death is just a moment
When you had to step away
In my heart, I do believe
We’ll meet again someday.
And when that someday gets here
No matter when that day may be
I can’t stop myself from picturing
How happy we will be.
Together again, and holding hands
How happy we will be.
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